Harlot Fever

Copyright (c) 2000-2002 by Jafar

Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest
A rabies mutation has an affinity for different neural tissues. Can we stop this disease before it spreads to every human on the planet? And do we really want to?

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.

Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.

Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.

Author's Rambling: This is one of those stories with -- egads! -- setup and development, so it takes a little while to get going. It's not all sex, some of it is a little more violent than usual (hey, it's rabies we're talking here), and let me know what you think of it.

Have fun!


5. That's What Friends Are For

(Sunday, late night)

Selena Collins cursed at the darkness.

Her head lights were working, but the interior lights of her car would not come on. The speedometer was dark, so she had no idea how fast she was travelling. She couldn't afford the delay to stop and have them fixed -- she needed to hurry and get to the clinic. But she couldn't afford the delay should a cop pull her over, either. So she rode the best line she could guess on the speed limit.

She needed to get to the clinic.

Mrs Janecek had called her, near desperation. Rod had not yet come home or called, and it was eleven o'clock at night. He was never this late without letting his wife know what was keeping him.

Selena braked at the last minute as she went into a curve so that she would not go off the road. A little sooner next time, she told herself. You're no good to the Janeceks if you are wrapped around a tree.

Rod was a good doctor -- the best she had ever worked for. She really hoped that nothing bad had happened to him. Some people in this world do deserve misfortune, but some simply do not -- Rod was one of the latter.

Two minutes -- an eternity -- later, she pulled up at the clinic. She pulled the keys and stepped out of the car, and Mrs Janecek was there at her side.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to the spare keys to the clinic. They're somewhere lost at the house. It's not like I've ever needed them before! God, I hope he's inside! And okay!"

"Easy, Patty," Selena said, walking briskly to the entrance. "We'll know in moments."

She unlocked the front entrance and called Rod's name. Mrs Janecek did so as well, over and over.

Selena moved quickly to unlock Rod's office, calling him. No reply. She unlocked the sterilization room and called.

The first thing that hit her was the smell of human urine.

"Dr Janecek?" she called loudly.

There was a wimper from the corner.

"Rod?!" Mrs Janecek called as she entered the room too.

Selena turned on the lights. Please let him be all ri--

Oh God.

Dr Janecek was tied to a table, feet and hands, bent over and spread, his ass presented to them. That corner was where the wimpering was coming from.

"Doctor, are you okay?!"

"Rod!"

"Don't let her see! Get her out of here, Selena! Don't let her see me like this!"

"Rod, it's okay. It doesn't matter to me! Are you all right?!"

"Am I ... all right?!" He choked out, nearly unintelligible past the sobs he could not hold in.

"Are you physically hurt?" Selena asked loudly and clearly as she started trying to untie the rope holding one of his wrists. "Did whoever did this physically harm you?"

"Phys--" Rod's throat clenched as a sob choked out. "Yes! Yes, they physically hurt me!"

"Where? Where did they hurt you?" The rope was not yielding to her fingers.

"Get her out of here!" Rod hissed.

"Please, Mrs Janecek," Selena said as she went to a drawer to get a scalpel. "Can you step outside until Rod can describe what happened?"

"But I-- but I-- Rod! I don't care what happened! I just want to know that you are okay!"

Rod managed with determination to keep his throat from choking up. "I am okay, Patty. I will be all right. Please! Step outside until Selena can cut me loose."

"But--"

"Please! Wait outside! I am in good health!"

"I ... yes ... Rod." As Patricia Janecek stepped towards the door, her foot kicked something. She bent over to pick it up.

Good God.

It was a rubber penis. It was attached to three black straps, so that it could be belted to a pelvis.

What had they done to her husband?!

Selena had both hands cut loose and was working on one of his ankles. Patty set the device on the table and stepped towards the doorway.

"What happened here, Doctor Janecek?" Selena asked as the rope on the first foot yielded to the scalpel.

"Ohgodselena!" the man sobbed. "The man ... and death ... and the knife ... I didn't want to, but they would have killed me if ... and she ... and she! ... ohgodselenea! She ripped me apart!!"

"Easy. Easy, doctor. I'm getting you loose. It's all over now. It's all over."

"No! It's not over! I am still bleeding from my ass! I've been ripped in half!"

The last rope gave way, and Roderick Janecek turned around, exposing his bruised naked body to his nurse and saw his wife standing in the doorway. "You were supposed to be outside!" he sobbed. "Leave! Get out of here! I don't want you to know!"

"Rod! It's all right!" Patricia Janecek pleaded. "I don't care what happened! There are situations where you do what you have to to survive!"

Rod sat, naked, and curled up in an ball. "Ohgodmyass!" he warbled. "What they did to my-- to me-- what they--"

Patricia Janecek ran across the room and took her husband's hand. "It's okay. I don't care what happened! You are still my husband!"

Rod just sobbed.

When he quieted down a little, Selena asked him. "Doctor Janecek, how many of them were they?"

"Two!" The sobs started up again.

The man was still on the verge of unintellibility. Selena needed to confirm that she had heard right. "There were two?"

"Yes! Isn't that enough for you?! Do you think I could have done anything?! They had a knife! A knife! Maybe a gun!"

"No, Doctor. There was nothing that you could have done. You've said that at least one of them was a female?"

"Yes."

"Was the other one male or female?"

"He was a man, all right! Two WOMEN couldn't have done those things to me!"

"It's okay, Roderick," Patty soothed. "We just need to find out some of the details. Then everything will be okay."

"Doctor ... you've said that they hurt you. Did the man ... did he sodomize you?"

Rod burst out in sobs. Selena was about to conclude that he had when Rod began speaking again. "No! No! She did!"

Selena's brow furrowed. "SHE did?!"

"Yes! Yes ... she ... my ... aaaawwwww!"

"I found," Patricia whispered, pointing to the table, "I found that lying on the floor. She may have used that."

Selena saw the strap-on dildo on the table. God! What made people like this do the things that they did?!

"Okay, Doctor. The woman hurt you. Did the man sodomize you as well?"

"No! No! No ... I'm no fag!"

"Did the man ... did he make you perform fellatio on him?" If there was sperm left behind, that was the best evidence for a conviction.

"No! Stop it! No! I've never sucked ANY man! Why are you asking these things?! Why?!"

"Doctor, we need to make a police report. If there's any chance of catching--"

"NO! NO POLICE REPORT! No police!"

"But, Rod--" Patricia began.

Rod sat up. "NO! No way! This is humiliating! NO more people! No police!"

"But, Doctor. These people, if they aren't stopped, will simply do the same thing to someone else. Just like they did to you."

"I don't *FUCKING* *GIVE* *A* *SHIT* about anyone else right now! Let them see how they fare up against these two! No more people find out about this! Neither of you can ever tell another soul! Swear! SWEAR!"

"But Rod--" Patricia began.

"Patty! You are my wife! Swear! You have to! Swear! Now!" He was jabbing his index finger at her face.

"Rod--"

The doctor's face was turning crimson with his screaming. "SWEAR! NOW!"

"Okay! I swear! We won't tell anyone about this!"

Doctor Jenecek's head jerked to Selena. "You! You are my employee! I will fire your ass and dump you on the street with the worst possible reference imaginable. I will have the police and review boards dogging your ass if you ever tell anyone of this night! NOW YOU SWEAR TOO!"

Selena was taken aback.

"SWEAR!"

"Okay! I swear!" She knew he was horribly embarassed and in great pain right now, but still! This was--!

"If either of you ever tells anyone about this, I will kill you both!" he hissed.

Patricia met Selena's eyes. "Rod. Be quiet. Calm down. Neither of us will ever say anything. Calm down."

"They ... they ... they ... were horrible!"

"I know, baby. I know. But it's all right now.

Rod stood up, hugging his arms around himself. "Get my coat," he ordered his wife. She did. "We will never speak of this," he told them. "We're going home. And we'll never talk of this."

Patricia put her arm around him and helped him walk towards the door. He had a funny walk now, she noted, stepping very gingerly, as though he had just had diarrhea for the last seven days.

"Oh, fuck! Don't leave that there," he barked as his eyes caught sight of the strap-on. "Give me that!"

Selena took the item from the table and handed it to her employer.

"Don't EVER speak of this! And I am going to destroy this ... this ... oh, fuck!" The sobs broke out again.

"It's okay, Rod. It's okay, baby." Patricia held him and helped him out of the building and to the car, then ran back to catch Selena as she was locking up the building. "Thank you, Selena," she said as kindly as she could, "Please ... forgive ..."

"I know. It's been a very rough night. If he rethinks his decision tomorrow about going to the police, let me know. We'll do ... everything we can."

"I will. And thank you again. I mean it."

"Sure." Selena got in her car, still stunned at Doctor Janecek's behavior. She watched their car pull out, then started her own.

She drove home much more slowly than she had driven earlier. It gave her time to think.